like the grass rose to greet dawn's gentle touch
picked by the discerning eyes of choice
diligent workers from dawn to dusk
but you wouldn't complain much
to the men carrying assault rifles
now would you?
black market nature
underground sanctity
our providers revered yet reviled
they stood on street corners
under the vaguely attentive eyes of law
to provide your nightly fix
pick your poison
don't forget to pay your pied piper
are you supposed to tip the green gentleman
or should your runoff be saved
for the eventual pizza man
an economy shot to hell and back
by cowboy reckless guns
under day messiah
blake in streetlamp lights
a state lies connected yet separate
feels the sting of an actor underprepared for his new role
his only apparent forte seems to be destruction
not a sleeper hit by any means more or less the armchair champion
dividing state lines to collective policies
mr president
oh great harbinger of change and hope
you are ignoring your proverbial cash cow
the udders are sore and aching for attention
you're sitting on a pile of gold
painfully unawares
movie stars and sponsored hedonists
our two favorite obsessions
in a land of moral depravity
walk cash in hand
to dispensary heavens
the weed grew through the cracks
in the pavement system floor
to sedate the minds of millions
with the income amounting in the billion
rising smoke in the senate chambers
happily consumed behind their closed armory doors
narcotic hypocrisy
illegal medications
while the pharmacies are singing their chemical compositions
to recreate the same effects of a sweet tender leaf
adding multiple side effects
unnatural suicidal tendencies
yet litigate nature
to a vilified state
personally i'm much calmer in her arms
cradled well indeed
i float amongst their air and interwebs
connection to intelligent conversations
highly imminent
all transactions final
cash in hand
billions of currency faces
exchanges glances in shadows
we do so love our taxations and representations
represent, no, respect our right to enjoy life
what fast paced life you thrive in
as i slowly strum guitar string
pledging my devotion
stillness is the movement
that my leaf inspires in me
have i slipped through the crack?
fallen between the congressional pavement
has my beautiful rose grown in the ghetto?
take us off the street they scream form outside underfunded building projects
make out trade legit
give us storefront security
and a case of wares
edible and topical
not to mention the smokeables
imagine the possibilities
of a world easily relaxed
no need for our perceived excess
just take your hit
and appreciate the peace in the air
life paced for pleasure
all in all america loves their green gentleman
why not turn the natural leaves into government paper
and ease our social conscience
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